“Yes!” I made a pointing gesture, which sank me farther into the beanbag. “I mean, we’re already better than the other apps. We just have to drive the point home.”
“It’ll cost us a little more, but it will be worth it, is where you’re going with this.”
“I think so. I know, wild, right? But that’s the whole point. We’ll be where everyone else in the food delivery app space isn’t. And by the time they figure out what we’re up to, we’ll own New York City. For starters.”
“You have bold ideas, Jamie,” Rob said. “You’re not afraid to take risks and move the conversation.”
I beamed, and set down my tablet. “Thank you, Rob. I think you’re right. I took a risk when I left my doctorate program to come work at füdmüd, you know? My friends at the University of Chicago thought I was nuts to pack up and move out to New York to work for a start-up. But it just felt right. I think I’m really making a difference in how people order food.”
“I’m glad to hear you say that. Because the reason we’re here is to talk about your future with füdmüd. Where best to place you, so you can utilize that passion you so clearly feel.”
“Well, I’m glad to hear you say that, Rob.” I tried to move forward again in the beanbag, failed, and decided to risk a small push-up. It realigned the beanbag so I was in a slightly less compacted position, but my tablet slid into the well my body had created. I was now sitting on my tablet. I decided to ignore it. “Tell me how I can serve the company.”
“Deliverationing.”
I blinked. “What?”
“Deliverationing,” Rob repeated. “That’s what our deliverators do. They deliverate. So, deliverationing.”
“Is that manifestly different from delivery?”
“No, but we can’t trademark delivery.”
I changed the subject. “So you want me to head up füdmüd’s deliver … ationing strategies?”
Rob shook his head. “I think that’s too limiting for you, don’t you think?”
“I don’t understand.”
“What I’m saying, Jamie, is that füdmüd needs someone like you on the ground. In the trenches. Giving us intel from the street.” He waved out the window. “Real. Gritty. Unvarnished. As only you can.”
I took a minute to let this sink in. “You want me to be a füdmüd delivery person.”
“Deliverator.”
“That’s not actually a position in the company.”
“That doesn’t mean it’s not important to the company, Jamie.”
I tried to adjust again, failed again. “Wait—what’s going on here, Rob?”
“What do you mean?”
“I thought this was my six-month performance review.”
Rob nodded. “In a way, it is.”
“But you’re telling me you want me to be a delivery per—”
“Deliverator.”
“—whatever the fuck you want to call it, it’s not actually a position with the company. You’re laying me off.”
“I’m not laying you off,” Rob assured me.
“Then what are you doing?”
“I’m presenting you with an exciting opportunity to enrich the füdmüd work experience in an entirely different way.”
“A way that doesn’t pay me benefits or give me health insurance or a salary.”
Rob tutted at this. “You know that’s not true. füdmüd has a reciprocal agreement with Duane Reade that gets our deliverators up to ten percent off selected health products.”
“Yeah, all right, we’re done,” I said. I hefted myself up out of the beanbag, slipped, and fell back on my tablet, cracking the screen in the process. “Perfect.”
“Don’t worry about that,” Rob said, pointing to the tablet as I finally hauled myself out of my seat. “It’s company property. You can just leave it when you go.”
I flung the tablet over to Rob, who grabbed it. “You’re a real asshole,” I said. “Just so you know.”
“We’re going to miss you as part of the füdmüd family, Jamie,” Rob said. “But remember, there’s always a slot open for you in deliverating. That’s a promise.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Your choice.” He pointed out the door. “Qanisha has your severance paperwork ready to go. If you’re still here in fifteen minutes, building security will help you find the door.” He got up out of his chair, walked to his desk, dropped the tablet into the trash can there, and pulled out his phone to make a call.